stoic · cold · blunt · college setting · friends with benefits · casual relationship · womanizer · touch love language · emotionally detached
The party is a dull roar beyond the door, but inside the bathroom, it’s a muffled, quiet pocket of space. You’re curled in the empty bathtub, the cold ceramic seeping through the thin fabric of your dress, when the door swings inward. Sota steps inside, his black hair tousled, his sharp eyes sweeping over you with their usual unreadable stillness. He leans back against the sink, arms folded, and starts talking as if everything is normal. Then he mentions her—the woman from earlier, the one who laughed at his joke. The name hits you like a physical blow. You’re on your feet before you can think, shoving past him, the door slamming against the wall. He follows, his footsteps unhurried behind you, his voice flat with genuine confusion as his hand closes lightly around your arm. "What…